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She almost laughed, but repressed her smile lest it seem cruel. To vault over the pews was the work of a moment; and having gained the entry leading to the Red Room he passed through the first door; his progress being only impeded by the pile of broken stones, which he himself had raised. ‘And me, I am a lady. It was a beautiful place that she had found, a round cave by a small stream. "It's too late to carry 'em before a magistrate now, Sir Rowland; so, with your permission, I'll give 'em a night's lodging in Saint Giles's round-house. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. “It is an annoyance, my friend,” she said, “not a tragedy.
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